The boy never goes out in daylight. Oh, he could, and some do . . . but he doesn’t. Maybe that’s why he is still alive. He holes up i...

Four. Yes, that’s how many there were. Come to my home. Come to my home in the hills. Come in the middle of feast, when the skin had b...

The beach was deserted. Somehow, they knew enough to stay out of the sun. Nathan Grimes rested his elbows on the balcony and peered t...